-
Usernameesther_annaa
-
Password
Leave password field empty to keep your existing password!
-
Confirm Password
Biography's are weird but I guess people like to know backstories. I am 16 and I was born, raised, and currently live in New York City. I started with this because I would say that it is the biggest reason that I am who I am today. I love to write and have an obsession with perfecting every piece of literature I create even though I am terrible at punctuation. The priority in my mind is the placement of the words and not always the commas and semi colons, but I'm learning. I don't think the things I write in my biography at the moment are of huge importance quite yet as I don't have a huge following so for that reason I will choose to write less rather than more, I guess who I am will have to slowly be uncovered by my writing till I inevitably decide to speak about myself up front. A little mystery is always interesting. My name is Esther Michnik and I live by this saying: its not the words you use its how you use them. Interpret how you will as with the rest of my writing.
People grow apart
Jan 14, 2020 4 years agoI spent so many hours, days, weeks, dare I say months thinking and wondering where we went wrong and now and all those sleepless nights, stressful mornings, and days I spent mourning lead me to this conclusion. Nothing went wrong we just grew differently in the last few months of our relationship. You had your morals and I had mine but something changed in our morals in the very few months that we dated and I don't wanna point fingers but it was primarily you. I don't need to explain what I mean by this, you aren't dumb you know what habits you took up. You know how grapes grow on vines and how someone needs to wrap the little stems around a wooden frame for the grapes to grow and survive. Well we didn't garden our grapes, we hoped they could rap themselves and how did that end? They fell off the wooden frame and died.
Emotional lemonade
Jan 14, 2020 4 years agoMy entire life I have always heard the metaphor when life gives you lemons make lemonade but in all honesty I couldn't fully ever understand what that metaphor meant. I've decided to give it my own definition. (It might be what everyone meant all along but whatever.) When life gives you something sour turn it into something sweet. But what if we get used to the feeling of sour. Do we continue living with it or do we still make the lemonade. Life gets complicated like that. Humans oddly have the ability to adjust and get used to things. Like my boyfriend he loves lemons. Although he's a terrible example because he does not really get into sour situations. I am kind of realizing that my sour situations are stemming from sour feelings . In the real world its very simple to make lemonade, I would know I used to make lemonade stands with my brother when we were younger. At that time there seemed to be much fewer complications. Like as a kid I did not worry about the fact that sugar can barely dissolve in cold water I would just keep stirring and hope for the best, but now I've been in several science classes and I don't understand how my lemonade didn't come out crunchy from undissolved sugar grains. Maybe it was my optimism that made the lemonade good. I wanted to believe it was good so when adults lied to me and told me it was amazing I would of course believe them. Maybe that's the secret to emotional lemonade. I have to believe things will be alright for things to become alright. You know, like that other metaphor "fake it till you make it".
